Luna's eyebrows furrowed as she glanced at Denise, then grabbed her phone and walked out of the room.
Gwen and Denise were the only people who remained in the room.
The air seemed to fall silent.
"Can you help me with something?" Denise was the first to break the silence.
Gwen immediately broke out of her stupor.
Denise raised her hands, which were still tied together, and smiled at Gwen. "My hands are beginning to grow numb from the ropes."
After contemplating for a moment, Gwen finally sighed and released Denise's bonds.
"Thank you." Denise rubbed her arms, which sported burns from the rope, and let out a sigh.
"Did…did you and Steven used to be close?" Gwen asked tentatively as she watched the color return to Denise's face.
Denise was silent for a moment before finally nodding. "We…used to be inseparable."
She gazed out the window as her thoughts began to drift away. "Steven used to treat me like a princess. Since he had never dated anyone, all his love and affection were reserved for me…"
Denise could not help recalling all the things Steven had done for her all throughout the years.
Every time she complained about being hungry or thirsty, he would rush into the kitchen to bring her a drink or make her some food.
Every time she expressed a desire to own a particular, limited-edition item of clothing, he would get in touch with the owner and request them to sell the dress to him at a high price.
Even after he was rejected, Steven even picked up fashion design as a skill to make her a dress of her own.
Even though he was not particularly good at it, nor was the dress of intricate quality, Denise truly could feel just how much love and effort her brother put into this.
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